There is something psychological about only having to do just two runs (week 5 r2) as opposed to four runs the other day. Just two runs, eh? Eight minutes each, eh? Well I can't count beyond five so it can't be that bad. Stern warning from the Lovely Laura about more of a challenge to the mind, pshaw! Strewth, it was taters when I left the house, like a slap in the face. For two pins I'd have gone back in for a hot water bottle, and maybe wouldn't have gone out again. jolly glad I had invested in some jolly warm trackie bottoms. Laura is right about the mind though, if the music is not quite your taste ( everybody wants to live. My. Life...) eight minutes is quite tedious, but as I was considering what other music I'd rather be listening too, then the faff of getting it on to my device, I was told I'd done four minutes! The rest of that run was taken up with: blimey, really?? Then of course being in the middle of the run you realise you are nearly half way through the entire exercise. The next eight minutes was largely uphill over a railway track but downhill all the way home. I'm so chuffed that I didn't actually die, had a head clear enough to be thinking of things other than how awful my legs are and will my lungs burst? Speed is still an issue, ie there is none, but everyone is so encouraging about that, that speed picks up later, so I'm not going to bother my pretty little head with that now.
However, next run is with the Big Girls because it's twenty minutes!! But it's only one run. But it's twenty minutes. Psychologically one run is FAR less trouble than two runs. But it's twenty minutes. Hey, I can only count to five, how bad can it be? Twenty minutes sounds very grown up, though!
Last time I did all this, I was on my own, I didn't know about forums and stuff. I've only got this far because you lot have all described exactly what I have gone through and now I know it's OK to have bursting lungs, lead weight legs and for people hiding behind hedges not to imagine I could possibly be running! You've all described how hard it can be when a run goes wrong, or those times you just didn't want to turn out. I'm one of you! I must be a runner!! All your wonderful encouragement has made a proper silk purse out of a proper sow's ear!!
Take heart everyone who is flagging! The good times are on their way!!